Out of the office, Xiao Fei immediately broke free of Sanping and walked forward without saying a word. As soon as the school bell rang, a large number of students poured out of the classroom, Sanping wanted to keep up with Xiao Fei, who was walking faster and faster, but was dispersed by the crowd of students, and she could only watch Xiao Fei's figure disappear into the crowd.

Principal Yu suddenly appeared behind him, Sanping was startled, and when he turned around, Yu Guang swept into the principal's office and saw Teacher Lin constantly comforting Ms. Li, who was jumping violently.

The gold chain around her neck was shaking violently with her big movements, and Sanping could hear the jingling sound as she rushed out of the closed principal's room.

"Miss Sanping, don't worry." Principal Yu's expression was sincere and serious, "We will definitely find out about this matter." But you know," Principal Yu approached her slightly, "no matter who provokes first or who makes the first move, there will always be someone who has to take full responsibility......

"What's the truth? What do you mean? Sanping's nerves, which were a little loose, immediately tensed again, "Why should students be fully responsible?" Oh, I should ask this - why should the students who have no power, no power and not enough money in the Zhang family be fully responsible? Is this your subtext? Principal Yu? ”

"No, no, no, you misunderstood, Miss Sanping," Principal Yu hurriedly waved his hand and explained eagerly, "I didn't want to put Xiao Fei in charge - how could it be?" When Principal Yu wanted to continue, Ms. Li rushed out of the principal's office and came straight towards Sanping, and Principal Yu hurriedly nudged Sanping, "You go first." I'll contact you when the time comes. Sanping took a deep look at Principal Yu, turned around and strode away.

Xiao Fei is anxious and angry now, but he doesn't know what he is anxious about or angry, he hopes that someone can give him a word for this mood. He felt that his heart was beating fast, and soon, his hands were trembling slightly, and he finally stopped shaking his hands before he realized that his legs were still shaking. He stomped his foot hard in exasperation.

He ran out into the street. Raising his head, he looked around, passers-by on the street, people on bicycles, students who had just finished school...... These people, walked towards him, walked past him, and then moved away from him. He gasped, he blinked, he didn't want to be here.

Go to find the way, yes, find the way. He lifted his steps, walked a few times, and stopped. But he didn't know how to express himself to Luyi. He couldn't even find a word to describe his current mood.

But he didn't like Sanping's approach. That's the only thing he can be sure of. Why, why can't Sanping be like his uncle and uncle, and can't ignore him like those relatives before him? Why, why did Sanpei embarrass him?

Yes, embarrassing. It's just embarrassing. In the afternoon, when he stood next to Sanpei, he felt embarrassed when he looked at Sanping like an enraged cat.

Sanping shouldn't be like this. Sanping should be dressed in a fancy costume and stand on the stage to shine; Sanpei should be sitting quietly and elegantly reading a book. She should not be insulted, she should not be misunderstood.

He shouldn't have to "fight" for people like him.

This battle shouldn't have been hers in the first place.

He didn't care how Zhang Ziru humiliated him as a wild child, an orphan, and something that no father loved or mother's love, or how to beat him and kick him...... But when Zhang Ziru began to discredit Sanping, saying that Sanping was a widow and a nemesis, blood immediately rushed to his head - when they were scuffling with each other, what came to his mind was the scene of being led home by Sanping - Sanping was wearing a white sweater, the white sweater was crumbling over her thin body, her long hair was loosely tied behind her head, and her face was haggard as she listened to her parents and the lawyer arguing, and then she lowered her head and smiled at him.

Xiao Fei's memory of his mother is actually not very clear, he can only vaguely remember that his mother has a pair of eyes as soft as water, and her hands are always warm - except when she is lying motionless on the floor. At that time, he was still young, maybe not too young, he couldn't remember, but he still remembered, when he trembled and crawled over and gently touched her scarred hands, only to find that her hands, hard and cold, were no longer warm.

The father was sentenced to life imprisonment for killing his mother by mistake. From that moment on, his memories and feelings, his mind and heart, and his awareness, were all plunged into infinite chaos.

He fell into a deep sleep that he didn't know when he would wake up.

But what he was sure of was that he didn't want to wake up now. He wasn't ready.

Xiao Fei stood on the streets in early spring, watching the flow of people and vehicles coming and going, looking at the buildings in the residential area in the distance, the white and yellow lights were lit up one after another, watching the darkness eroding the city little by little, thinking that if he didn't go back, Sanping would be in a hurry again, so he turned around and moved his steps in the direction of home.

His legs were no longer shaking, his heart was reset from his throat, and he regained his composure—maybe not, but it didn't matter now. He was thinking about how to face Sanping again.

Xiao Fei's relatives did not have the courage to speak out openly and with conscience and public order and good customs, so they could only reluctantly let Xiao Fei stay for a few months - and then they kept looking for the next family who could take over. So when Sanping took the initiative to stand up and say that she was willing to claim Xiao Fei, those relatives were secretly relieved - but they didn't dare to show this joy too explicitly.

At first, Xiao Fei only had the feeling of "finally moving out without living for a few months". In addition, Sanpei is generally not at home - she is busy rehearsing or going to perform - there is very little time at home. Xiao Fei felt more comfortable. Every day when I wake up or go to bed, I am alone, and I can still get the money given by Sanping before I go out at the entrance before going out - I don't need to meet a stranger, I don't need to socialize with a stranger, which is a beautiful thing for Xiao Fei.

"It's just another fool with a bad conscience." Xiao Fei thought, "I'm really tired for them." ”

But Sanping is different from those stupid people in the past. She cleaned a room for Xiao Fei to live in (Xiao Fei used to live in the utility room where his relatives used to live); She would fly back with a tight rehearsal schedule, just to catch up with him for dinner; She rarely speaks, let alone beautiful words, but she will remember Xiao Fei's birthday date in the household registration book, and then buy Xiao Fei cakes and gifts on that day. She smiled a lot, but because her mood was too heavy (she didn't realize it herself), she also had a heavy smile. Xiao Fei knew about her husband.

For Xiao Fei, this is the first time he has to catch these warmths. He was scared—too late to feel happy—he felt that the positive emotions of happiness and happiness were all illusory. He couldn't catch it, he preferred to stay in the long, dark chaos all the time—although he hated the darkness, he hated the feeling of being muddy, but only this disgust could make him feel like he was standing on the ground with his feet.

The warmth that Sanping gave him did not wrap him in it like water and turbulently. It was like air, invading his cold cellar little by little, slowly breaking down the walls that he thought he had built with his own hands—and that's why he felt embarrassed. Because by the time he reacted, everything he was familiar with before was not much left in his hands.

As soon as I returned to the entrance, the aroma of rice wafted over and rushed to my nose. Xiao Fei put down his schoolbag and keys, changed into home shoes, walked to the kitchen, and saw Sanping standing in front of the cooking table with the flower apron, looking at his mobile phone while pouring oil into the wok.

"Are you going to blow something?" Xiao Fei suddenly spoke, Sanping was startled, turned his head to look at him, and quickly turned his head back. But Xiao Fei still saw it, Sanping's eyes were swollen and red.

"No, just stir-fry some vegetables." Sanping replied angrily.

"Then don't pour that much oil." Xiao Fei took the oil, put it aside, then lifted the wok, poured the excess oil into the sink, and put a little oil at the bottom of the pot, and put it back on the electric pottery stove. He glanced at Sanping, took the wooden shovel in Sanping's hand, and poured the cabbage sum in the vegetable basket into the pot with the other hand at the same time.

Sanping stood by and watched Xiao Fei's skillful series of movements, silent.

Xiao Fei didn't know what to say. Previously, they had not spent much time alone. But as Sanping began to take vacation, there was more and more time left for the two of them, and he and Sanping became more and more cramped. Sanping is silent, even a little clumsy, she basically can't express herself in words. In contrast, Xiao Fei is much more extroverted, he will take the initiative to speak, babbling a lot, but after reading, he himself doesn't know what he said.

And tonight, Xiao Fei really can't lift his energy. In silence, he stir-fried the last dish and put it on a plate.

Sanpei has already set up the bowls and chopsticks. The two sat opposite each other, silent.

"I'm sorry." Sanpei was the first to break the silence.

Xiao Fei took a bite of food.

Does he need this "I'm sorry"? If not, then what exactly does he need?

yes, what the hell does he want? This is a question that I never dared to think about before. I don't dare to think about it now.

"When I was in Fukuyama, you made it clear that you didn't want me to interfere in this matter. But I still went to the headmaster myself without your permission. It's my fault. I shouldn't have been so dismissive of your feelings. I'm sorry. ”

After Sanping finished speaking, he exhaled almost inaudibly.

Xiao Fei put down his chopsticks and looked at Sanping quietly, "I must say, is it okay?" ”

Sanping paused.

"I don't want to say it's okay because it's really relevant. I'm not sure exactly what it has to do with it, though...... Anyway, you don't need to apologize. Xiao Fei picked up the bowl and stood up, "Only when you feel that you don't need to apologize, my feelings are really taken care of." ”

Sanping stood up, "I didn't mean to ignore your feelings......"

"My feelings," Xiao Fei said, "do they really matter to you?" You didn't mean it, that is, you knew it would irritate me, but you did it anyway. I don't care if my feelings are taken care of, I just feel like everyone says it's taking care of me," Xiao Fei raised his voice, "In fact, it's for himself in the end." Don't do that. Just leave me alone, okay? ”

When Principal Yu called, Sanping was taking a nap. Her sleep was light, and she woke up the first time the phone rang. But she didn't move, hoping that the phone would ring sooner. The phone rang for a while, then stopped, and when Sanpei closed his eyes again, the ringtone rang again.

She sat up from the bed and picked up her phone on the bedside table.

"Hello, Principal Yu."

"Miss Sanping, hello." Principal Yu's voice sounded energetic, "I'm sorry to disturb you." It's like this, I don't know if you wait, that is, four o'clock, if there is time? Let's meet and talk about Xiao Fei. By the way," Principal Yu paused, "My mother also asked me to bring you some specialties from our hometown." ”

Sanping was a little confused and didn't react for a while. She thought about it for a while and hurriedly replied, "Ah, is Granny Yu?" ”

"That's right."

"Okay, I have time." As he spoke, Sanping raised his eyes and looked at the alarm clock on the desk, only to realize that she had only been lying in bed for less than half an hour - she had been lying in bed for half an hour, and it was only 1:50 now.

"Okay. Then we'll wait at the coffee shop on Zhenyo Street, okay? Principal Yu asked.

"Yes. See you then. Sanping knew that the café on Zhenyue Street happened to be in the middle of Xiao Fei's school and her house.

"See you then."

Putting down the phone, Sanping looked at the phone blankly. She didn't feel sleepy anymore, and if she did, her head would definitely hurt badly. She lifted the quilt, got out of bed and walked to the desk, picked out a book in the bookshelf above the desk, sat down, and looked through it as she wrote something down with her pen in another book. Sanping has a habit of reading books, for the books she likes, she will always read them several times, and when she reads, she will copy down some sentences in the book at the same time. She's already copied a book with four boxes like this. She enjoyed the process, and since she was a child, she felt that words are beautiful, literature is beautiful, and in reading, she always gets surprises - which is different from what she experienced in real life. Her life so far, except for the ten years of love with Yonghe, has been full of surprises - everything about her before, and since, has dried up. But she is fond of the depth of thought, and even more so the breadth of life, she doesn't have to discard anything, just open the book, and you can enter the bright and brilliant life of other people. It made her feel like she had never felt before. She thought about it for a long time before she summed up this feeling in one word - "belonging".

Not on the violin, not on Xiao Fei, not on Yonghe—she was eagerly flipping through the pages, writing something hungrily—only at this moment, she knew, was hers.

Sanping felt that he had only been writing for a while, and the alarm clock went off after hanging up the phone. She put down her pen, turned her wrist, picked up her phone and the clothes on the back of her chair, and went out.